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His looks th' emotion of his soul disclose, Fresh honours the reviving fields adorn,
Th’exulting bird distinguith'd triumph brings, Consummate purity ne'er dwelt on carth : And greets the Monarch with expanded wings. Thro' all the soul tho'virtue holds the rein, Fierce Moab’s fons prevent th’impending bloin, Beats at the heart, and springs in ev'ry vein, Rush on themselves, and fall without the foe. Yet ever from the clearest source have ran The pious hero vanquish'd Heaven by pray’r; Soinc gross alloy, fomc tincture of the man. His faith an army, and his vows a war.
But who is hc, darp-muting in his mind, Thee too, Ozias, fates indulgent blefs'd, He seeins to weigh in reason's fcales mankind; And thy days thone in fairelt actions dress’d, Fix'd contemplation hoids his steady eyes- Till that raih hand, by some blind frenzy fway'd, I know the fage *, the wifeft of the wife. Unclean, the sacred ofice durst invade. Bleft with all man could with, or prince obtain, Quick o'er thy limbs the scurfy venom ran, Yet his great heart pronounc'dthofe bletlingsvain. And hoary filth buiprinkled all the man. And lo! bright glittering in his facred hands, Transmittive worth adorns the pious g Son, In miniature the glorious temple stands.
The father's virtues with the father's throne. Effulgent frame! Itupendous to behold! Lo! there he stands: he who the rage subdued Geld the strong valves, the roof of burnish'd gold. Of Ammon's fons, and drench'd his sword in blood. The wand'ring ark, in that bright dome enthrin'd, | And doft tħou, Ahaz, Judah's fcourge, disgrace Spreads the strong ligiit, eternal, unconfin'd! With thy bafe front the glories of thy race? Above th’unutterable glory plays,
See the vile king his iron fceptre bear Pretence divine ! and the full-streaming rays His only praise attends the pious || Heir; Pour thro’reluétait clouds intolerablc blaze. He, in whole soul the virtucs all confpire,
But stern oppression rends Roboamn's reign; The best good fon from the worst wicked fires See the gay prince, injurious, proud, and vain! And lo! in Hezekiah's golden reign, Th'imperial sceptre totters in his hand, Long exil'd picty returns again; And proud rebellion triumphs in the land. Again in genuine purity the thines, [shrines. Curs'd with corruption's ever-fruitful spring, And with her picicnce gilds the long-ncylecied A beardless Senate and a haughty King. Il-ftarr'd does proud Aflyria's impious ** Lord
There Asia, good and great, the fceptre bears, Bid Heaven to arms, and vaunt his dreadful sword; Justice attends his peace, lucccís his wars : His own vain threats th'insulting King o'erthrow, While virtue was his sword and Heavenhis shield, But breathe new courage on the gen'rous fue. Without centroul the warrior swept the field; Th’avenging Angel, by divine command, Loaded with spoils, triumphant he return'd, The fiery tword full-blazing in his hand, And half her lwarthy fons fad Ethiopia mourn’d. Leantdown from Heaven:amid the storm he rode But fince thy fagging piery decay'd,
March'd Pcfiilence betorc him; as he trod, And barter'd God's defencc for human aid; Pale Desolation bath d his steps in blood. See thcir fair laurels wither on thy brow, Thick wrapt in night thro' the proud host he pass’d, Nor herbs nor healthful arts avail thce now, Dispensing death, and drove the furious blatt; Nor is Heaven chang'd, apoftate prince, but Nor bade destruction give her revels o'er thou.
Till the gorg'd fword was drunk with human geres No mean aconcment does this lapse require; But what avails thec, pious prince, in vain But see the Son, you must forgive the Sire : Thy fceptre rescued, and th' Aliyrian flain? He t, the just prince-with ev'ry virtue bless'd Even now the foul maintains her latest ftrite, He reign'd, and goodness all the man poflels'd; And death's chill grafy congeals the fount of life Around his throne fair happiness and peace Yet see, kind Heaven renews thy brittle thread, Smoothi'd ev'ry brow, and imil'd in ev's face. And roils full fifteen summers o'er thy head; As when along the buining wafte he stray'd, Lo! the receding fun repeats his way, Where no pure ítreams in bubbling mazes play'd, | And, like thy life, piolongs the falling day. Where drought incumbent on the ihirsty ground Tho'nature her inverted courte forego, Longfir.cchad breath’dt:crícorching blaits around, The day forget to rest, the time to liuw, The prophet calls, th'obedient foods repair Yet thall Jehovah's fervants stand secure, To the purch'd fields, for Jofaphat was there. His mercy fix'd, eternal Thall endure; The new-Ipring waves, in many a gurgling vein, On them her ever-healing rays thall thing; Trickle luxurious tirough the fucking plain ; More mild and bright, and luic, O fun! thanthine.
At length the long-expected Prince behold, And thou, O tomb, once more malt wide display The last good King; in ancient days foretold, Thy satiate jaws, and give up all thy prey. H'hen Bethel's altar spcke his future fame, Thou, groaning earth, shalt heave, absurpt inflame, Rent to its baie, at good Josiah's name.
As the last pangs convulle thy lab’ring frame; Bleit, happy prince ! o'er whose lamented urn, When the same Gcd unshrouded thcu fhalt see, Jo piaintive song, all Judah's daughters mourn; Wrapt in full blaze of pow'r and majesty, For whom sad Sion's foftest sorrow flows, Ride on the clouds ; whilft, as his chariot Ries, And Jeremiah pours his sweet melodious woes. The bright effufion streams thro' all the skies.
But now fallen Sion, once the fair and great, Then thall the proud disolving mountains glow; Sits deep in duft, abandon'd, desolate;
And yielding rocks in fiery rivers How: Bieeds her fad heart, and ever stream her eyes, The molten deluge round the globe shall roar, And anguiih tears her with convulsive fighs. And all man's arts and labour be no more. The mournful captive spreads her hands in vain, Then thall the splendours of th’enliven'd glass Her hands, that rankle with the servile chain ; Sink urdistinguish'd in the burning mass. Till he*, great Chief! in Heaven's appointed time, And, oh! till earth, and feas, and heaven decay, Leads back her chiidren to their native clime. Ne'er may that fair creation fade away; Fair liberty revives with all her joys,
Maywinds and storms those beautious colours spare, And bids her envied wa!ls fecurely rise. Still may they bloom, as permanent as fair ; And thou, great hallow'd dome, in ruin spread, All the vain rage of wasting time repel, Again thalt lift sublime thy sacred head. And his tribunai see, whose Cross they paint so well. But, ah! with weeping eyes, the ancients view A faint resemblance of the old in you. No more th' effulgent glory of thy God
§ 273. On the Death of Frederic Prince of Wales. Speaks awful answers from the mystic cloud;
Written at Paris, by David LORD VISCOUNT No more thine altars blaze with fire divine;
STORMONT, of Christ Church, Oxon. And Heaven has left thy folitary thrine.
LITTLE I whilom deemd Yet, in thy courts, hereafter shalt thou see
Should woo the British Muse in forcign land Pretence immediate of the Deity,
To strains of bitter argument, and teach The lighthimself reveald,the God confess’din The miinic Nymph that haunts the winding verge
And now at length the fated term of years And cozy current of Parisian Seine, The world's defire have brought, and lo! the God To fyllable new founds in accents strange. appears.
But fad occasion calls : who now forbears The Heavenly Babe the Virgin Mother bears, The last kind office who but consecrates And her fond looks confefs the parent's cares; His off'ring at the thrine of fair Renown The pleafirg burden on her breast the lays, To gracious Frederic rais’d; tho' Lut coinpos'd Hangs o'er his charms, and with a smile surveys: Of the waste Aow'rets, whose neglected hues
The infant smiles, to her fond bosom press’d, Chequer the lonely hedge, or mountain slope ? And wantons, sportive, on the mother's breast. Where are those hopes, where Aed th'illusive, A radiant glory speaks him all Divine,
scenes And in the Child the beams of Godhead shine. That forgeful fancy plann'd, what time the bark
But cow, alas ! far other views disclose Stemm'd the falt wavefrom Albion'schalky bourn? The blackest comprehensive scene of woes. Then filial Piety and parting Love See where man's voluntary facrifice
Pour'd the fond pray'r—“ Farewel, ye less’ning Bows his ineek head, and God eternal dies !
“ cliffs, Fix'd to the Cross his healing arms are bound, “ Faircr to me than aught in fabled song While copious Mercy streams from ev'ry wound. “ Or mystic record told of Shores Atlantic! Mark the blood-drops that life exhausting roll, “ Favour'd of Heaven, farewel ! imperial isle, And the strong pang that rends the stubborn foul, « Native to nobleft wits, and best approv'd As all death's tortures, with severe delay, “ In manly science and advent’rous deed! Exult and riot in the noblest prey !
“ Celestial Freedom, by rude hand cfrang'd And canft thou, itupid man, those forrows fee, “ From regions once frequented, with Thee takes Nor share the anguish which He bears for thee? « Her stedfast station, fast beside the throne Thy fin, for which his sacred fleth is torn, “ Of scepter'd rule, and there her state maintains Points ev'ry nail, and sharpens ev'ry thorn. “ In social concord, and harmonious love, Canft thou : --while nature Imarts in ev'ry wound, " These blessings still be thine, nor meddling fiend Aud each pang cleaves the sympathetic ground! " Stir in your busy streets foul Faction's roar ; Lo! the black fun, his chariot backward driven, “ Still thrive your growing works, and gales Blots our the day, and perishes from Heaven :
“ propitious Earth, trembling from her entrails, bears a part; “ Visit your sons who ride the wat'ry waste; And the rent rock upbraids man's stubborn heart." And still be heard from forth your gladfome The yawning grave reveals his gloomy reign,
« bow'rs And the cold clay-clad dead fiart into life again. 1- Shrill tabor pipes, and ev'ry pcaceful sound.
“ Nor vain the wish, while Gcorge the golden To ratify some weighty ordinance « scale
Of Britain's peers conven'd, shall pass befide “ With steady prudence holds, and temp'ratesway. Those hallow'd spires, whose gloomy vaults in. * And when his course of carthly honour's run, close, “ With lenicnt hand shall Frederic footh yourcare, Shrouded in Necp, pale rows of scepter'd kings, “ Rich in each princely quality, mature Oft to his sense the sweet paternal voice “ In years, and happics in nuptial choice. And long-remember'd features shall return; “ Thence too arile new hopes; a playful troop Then shall his generous brcast be new inflam'd “ Circles his hearth, sweet pledges of that bed To acts of highest worth and highest fame. “ Which Faith, and Joy, and thousand Virtues These plaintive strains, from Albion far away, “ guard.
I lonely meditate at even tide; “ His bc the care t'inform their ductile minds Nor skill'd nor studious of the raptur'd lay ; “ With worthiest thoughts, and point the ways But still rememb’ring oft the magic sounds, “ of honour.
Well-measur'd to the chime of Dorian lute, “ How often shall he hear with fresh delight Or paft'ral stop, which erst I lov'd to hear “ Their earnest tales, or watch their rising pallions On Isis' border'd mead, where dips by fits " With timorous attention; then thall tell The stooping osier in her hasty stream. “ Of justice, fortitude, and public wcal;
Hail, Wolsey's spacious Dome! hail, ever fam'd “ And oft the while each rigid precept smooth For faithful nurture, and truth's sacred lore, “ With winning tokens of parental love !" Much honour'd parent ! You my duteous zcal
Thus my o'erweening heart the fecret stores Accept, if haply in thy laureat wreath Of Britain's hope explor'd, while my strain'd light You deign to interweave this humble fong. Pursued her fading hills, till wrapt in mist They gently funk bencath the swelling tide. Nor slept those thoughts, whene'er in other climes
§ 274. Deatb. EMILY. I mark'd the cruel waste of foul oppression, Saw nobleft fpirits, and goodlieft faculties,
THE feftive roar of laughter, the warm glow
Of brisk-eyed joy,and friend thip’s genial bowl, To valsalage and loathfoine Service bound.
Wit's seafond converse, and the liberal flow Then conscious preference rose; then northward
Of unsuspicious youth, profuse of soul, My eye, to gratulate my natal foil. (turn'd
Delight not ever; from the boisterous scene How have I chid with froward cagerness
of riot far, and Comus' wild uproar, Each veering blast, that from my hand withheld From folly's crowd, whose vacant brow serene The well-known characters of some lov d friend,
Was never knit to wisdom's frowning lore, Tho' distant, not unmindful! Still I learn'd,
Permit me, ye time-hallow'd domes, ye piles Delighted, what cach patriot plan devis d
Of rude magnificence, your solemn rest, Of arts, or glory, or diffusive commerce.
Amid your fretted vaults and length’ning isles Nor Hanted its endearment ev'ry tale
Lonely to wander; no unholy guest Of lightest import. But, oh heavy change !
That means to break, with sacrilegious tread, What notices come now: Distracted fcencs
The marble slumbers of your monumented dead, Of helpless forrow, folemn sad accounts ; How fair Augusta watch'd the weary night,
Permit me, with sad musings, that inspire Tending the bed of Anguilh ; how great Gcorge Blameless to wake, and with the Orphean lyre,
Unlabour'd numbers apt, your filence drear
Fitly attemper'd, footh the merciless ear
Great nature owns thro' all her wide domain; His voice was ever sweet, and on his steps
All that with oary fin cleave their smooth way Attended crer the alluring grace
Through the green bofom of the spawny main, Of gentle lowliness and social zcal.
And those that to the streaming æther spread, Him shall remember oft the labour'd hind,
In many a wheeling glide, their feathery fail; Relating to his mates cach casual act
And thole that creep; and those that statelier tread, Of courtcous bounty. Him th'artificer,
That roam o'er foreft, hill, or browsy dale;
The victims cach of ruthless fate must fall; Plying the varied woof in sullen sadness, Tho' wont to carrol many a ditty Tweet.
E'en God's own image, man, high paramount
young, the giddy, and the gay, And treads at lall the wish'd-for beach, shall stand That startle from the llccpful lid of light Appall d at the tad tale, and soon shall steal The curtain'd rest, and with the dissonant bray. Down his rough check th'involuntary tear. Of Bacchus, and loud jollity, affright
Be this our Tolace yet-all is not dead; Yon radiant goddess, that now Thoots among The bright meinorial lives : for his example These many-window'd ifles her glimmering Shall Hymen trim his torch, domestic praile
beam; Be countenanc'd, and virtue fairer shew. Know, that or c'er its starr'd career along du ago succeeding, when another George,
Thrice all have roll'd her fiiver wheeled team,
Some parent breast may heave the answering sigh, | A brother's urn demands the kindred scar,
To the flow pauses of the funeral knoll; And gentle forrow's guth from friendship’s eye• E'en now black Atropos, with scowling eye, To-day we frolic in the rosy bloom
Roars in the laugh, and revels o'er the bowl; Of jocund youth-the morrow knells us to the E'en now in rosy-crowned pleasure's wreath
tomb. Entwines in adder folds all-unsuspected Death. Who knows how soon in this sepulchral spot Know, on the stealing wing of time shall flee Shall heaven to me the drear abode allign?
Some few, some thort-liv'd years, and all is past; How soon the past irrevocable lot A future bard thcsc awful domcs may see,
Of thefe, that rest beneath me, thall be onine ? Muse o'er the present age, as I the last;
Haply, when Zephyr to thy native bourn Who mouldering in the grave, yet once like you
Shall waft thee o'er the storm'd Hibernian wave, The various maze of life were feen to tread, Thy gentle breast, my Tavistock, shall mourn Each bent their own peculiar to pursue,
Vo find mo sleeping in the senseless grave. As custom urg'd, or wilful nature led : No more the social leisure to divide, Mix'd with the various crowd's inglorious clay,
In the sweet intercourse of foul and soul, The nobler virtucs undiftinguith'd lie;
Blithe, or of graver brow; no more to chide No more to mele with beauty's heaven-born ray, Till all thy cultur’d virtues thall display,
The ling'ring years impatient as they roll, No more to wet compaffion's tearful eye, Catch from the poet raptures not their own,
Full-blossoin'd, their bright honours to the gazing And feel the thrilling melody of sweet renown.
day. Where is the master-hand, whosc semblant art
Ah, dearest youth! thcse vows perhaps unheard Chiflell'd the marble into life, or taught
The rude wind scatters o'er the billowy main; From the well-pencil'd portraiture to start
These prayers at friendihip's holy shrine preferr'd The nerve that beat with soul, thc brow that
May risc to gralp their father's knees in vain, thought?
Soon, foon may nod the fad funercal plume Cold are the fingers that in stone-fix'd trance
With solemn horror o'cr thy timeleis hearse, The mute attention rivetting, to the lyre
And I survive to grave upon thy tomb Struck language: dimm’d the poet's quick-eyed That Icave to Heaven's decision-be it thinę,
The mournful tribute of memorial verse. glance, All in wild raptures flashing heaven's own fire.
Higher than yet a parent's wishes flew, Shrunk is the fincw'd energy, that strung
To foar in bright prc-cmincnce, and shine The warriorarm. Where Ilceps the patriot breast
With felf-earn'd honours, eager to pursue Whilom that heav'd impaffion'd where the Where glory, with her clear unsullied rays,
The well-born spirit lights to deeds of mighticft tongue That lanc'd its lightning on the tow'ring crest
praise. Of scepter'd infolence, and overthrew
'Twas she thy godlike Russel's bofom steelid Giant Oppretlion, leagued with all her earth-born With confidence untam'd, in his last breath crew
Stern-liniling. She, with calm composure, held These now are past; long, long, ye fleeting ycar
The patriot axe of Sidney, cdg’d with death.
Sinit with the warmth of her impulsive flame, Pursue, with glory wing'd, your fated way, Ere from the womb of time unwelcome peers
Wolf's gallant virtue flies to worlds afar, The dawn of that inevitable day,
Emulous to pluckfreili wreaths of well-carn'd fame When wrapt in Shrouded clay their warmest friend 'Twas the that, on the morn of dircful birth,
From the grim frowning brow of laurel'd war. The widow'd virtues shall again deplore, When o'er his urn in pious grief thall bend
Bar'd thy young bosom to the fatal blow, His Britain, and bewail one patriot more;
Lamented Armytage !—the bleeding youth! For soon must thou, too soon! who spreadft abroad Yc Nereids! and ye Nymphs of Camus hoar,
O bathe him in the pearly caves below,
Weep-for yc oft have seen him on your haupied
Better to die with glory, than recline
On the foft lap of ignominious peace, And tread thefe dreadful paths a Faulkland trod before.
Than yawn out the dull droning life lupine
In monkish apathy and gowned case. Faft to the driving winds the marshall'd clouds Better employ'd in honour's bright career
Sweep discontinuous o'er th' ethereal plain! Thc lcalt division on the dial's round, Another ftill upon another crowds;
Than thrice to compass Saturn's live-long year, All hastening downward to their native main. Grown old in Roth, the burthen of the ground; Thus paffes o'er, thro' varied life's career, Than tug with fivcating toil the Navish oar,
Man's feeting age ; the Seasons as they fly Of-unredeem'd affliction, and sustain Snatch from us in their course, year after year, The fev'rous rage of fiercc diseases fore
Some sweet connection, some endearing tie. Unnumber'd, that in sympathetic chain The parent, ever-honour'd, ever-dear,
Hang ever thro' the thick circumfluous air, Claims from the filial breast the pious ligh; All from the drizzly vergeofyonderstar-girtsphere.
Thick in the many-beaten road of life
His weftering flight, and thro' the fick air flings A thousand maladies are posted round,
Spotted contagion; at his heels dismay With wretched man to wage eternal ftrife
And desolation urge their fire-wheel'd yoke Unteen, likeambush'd Indians, till they wound. Terrible; as long of old, when from the height There the swoln hydrop ftands, the wat’ry rheum, Of Paran came unwreath'd the mightiest, shook
The northern scurvy, blotch with lep'rous scale; Earth's firm fixt base tottering; thro' the black And moping ever in the cloister'd gloom
[ abroad Of learned sloth, and bookish aithma pale :
Glanc'd the Hafh'd lightnings : heaven's rent roof And the funn'd hag unsightly, that (ordain'd
Thunder'd; and universal nature felt its God. On Europe's fons to wreak the faithless sword Who on that scene of terror, on that hour Of Cortez, with the blood of millions stain'd) Of roused indignation, thall withstand
O crdog-cyçd luft the tort ring scourgeabhorrid Th' Almighty, when he meditates to show's Shakes threat’ning, since the while the wing'd The buifting vengeance o'er a guilty land? her flight
Canst thou, fecure in reason's vaunted pride, (gore From Amazon's broad wave,and Andes’snow-clad Tongue-doughty miscreant, who but now didk height.
With more than Hebrew rage the innocent fide Where the wan daughter of the yellow year, Of agonizing mercy, bleeding fore
The chatt'ring ague chill; the writhing stone; Canst thou confront, with stedfaft eye unaw'd, And he of ghasily feature, on whose car
The sworded judgment stalking far and near? Unheeded croaks the death-bird's warning moan, Well mayst thou tremble, when an injur'd God Marasmus; knotty gout; and the dead lite
Disclaims thee-guilt is ever quick of fear, Of nerveless pally; there, on purpose fell
Loud whirlwinds howl in zephyr's foftest breath, Dark brooding, whets his interdicted knife And every glancing meteor glares imagin'd death. Grim suicide, the damned fiend of hell.
The good alone are fearless; they alone, There too is the stunn'd apoplexy pight *,
Firm and collected in their virtue, brave The bloated child of gorg'd intemperance foul; The wreck of worlds, and look un shrinking down Self-wafting melancholy, black as night
On the dread yawnings of the rav'nous grave: Lowring; and foaming fierce with hideous howl Thrice happy who, the blameless road along The dog hydrophoby; and near allied
Of honest praise, hath reach'd the vale of death! Scar'd madness, with her moon-struck eyeballs Around him, like ministrant cherubs, throng staring wide.
His better actions, to the parting breath There,stretch'done huge, beneath the rocky minet, Singing their blessed requiems; he the while
With boiling sulphur fraught, and smouldering Gently reposing on foine friendly breaft, He, the dread delegate of wrath divine, [fires: Breathes out his benizons; then with a smile
Ere while that stood o'er Taio's hundred Ipires Of soft complacence lays him down to reft, Vindictive; thrice he wav'dth'earth-shaking wand, Calm as the fiumbering infant: from the goal
Powerful as that the son of Amrain bore, Free and unbounded flics the disembodied soul. And thrice hcrais’d, and thrice he check'd his hand. Whether fome delegited charge below, He struck--the rocking ground, with thun
Some much-lov'd friend its hovering care may derous roar,
claim; Yawn'd! Here from street to strect hurries, and whether it heavenward foars, again to know there
[amain, Now runs, now stops, then shricks and scouis Conjecture ever, the misfeaturd child
That long-forgotten country whence it came; Staring distraction : many a palace fair With millionsfiksingulph'd, and pillar'd fanc. Thro' speculation's puzzling mazes wild,
Of lcerer'd arrogance, delights to run Old Ocean's farthest waves confess the 1hock;
And all to end at last where it begun. Even Albion trembled consciouson his stedfast rock. Fain would we trace, with reason's erring clue, The mcagre famine there, and drunk with blood The dark fome paths of destiny arighe;
Stern war; and the lonhd monster whom of yore In vain; the talk were easier, to pursue The flimy Naiad of the Memphian food
The trackless wheelings of the fivallow's flight. Eigend'ring, to the bright-hair'd Phæbusbore, From mortal ken himself the Almighty shrouds, Foul pestilence, that on the wide-ftretch'd wings Pavilion'd in thi
night and circumambient Of commerce speeds fiom Cairo's Twarthy bay clouds,
+ Alluding to the Earthquake at Lisbon, November 1, 1755.
END OF THE FIRST BOOK.